... to spring. It was a balmy 41-degrees here today. The sun shone all day. And, the moon is out tonight, accessorized by lots of shimmering stars. A perfect night.
The Airman left yesterday after a lovely two weeks home with us.
When he was just new, I told Mother that I had learned a little something about how God worked.
"It's like this," I explained. "God gives a child a little tiney hole in their heart that only a Mother has the key to that will make the child feel guilty."
"But," I added, "He also left a hole so our hearts aren't filled unless they are in it."
She smiled. "Welcome to motherhood."
I've thought of that a lot today. My son is nearly 30 and, yet, he is still my heart. I miss him when he is gone, but I understand he has a path to follow. I just wish it weren't so far away. In March he will finish Tech School and be awarded his 'crab' -- a very high honor. And, then, he will pack his duffle and head 22 hours overseas -- 14 hours time difference -- to pursue his next challenge.
Why didn't someone tell me that being a Mum meant I had to let go?